This is a song about "Made a error"

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit

Made a living and a killing off it

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

Error error error thats my heart you beautiful girl left on my brain a scare

Made a living and a killing off it

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

I've made calculations, with such a jerkin' rate

I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember

My lyrics generate like a computer with an error/

Victoria u a disgrace u made it serious.i just made this rap pad delirious.

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

I have made a complete and total mess"

Let's duck away for a moment, from the points that i made

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played